fell into a pit book

The hall was empty, only a woman in purple was lying on the beauty couch, with her head supported on one hand and her hair playing with the other.A pair of purple eyes stared straight at the person in white clothes with a serious expression, like a flower of a high mountain, and said: "Tan'er seems to value you very much..."

The person in white was Leng Qingjue who had disappeared from the street. She held Su He in her hand and looked at the woman on the couch coldly.

The woman got up halfway, glanced at Leng Qingjue, with a frivolous and contemptuous expression, and said, "I see you... oh, is that the case..."

Leng Qingjue's expression remained unchanged, as if he had never heard the woman's words.

After the woman finished speaking, she lay back and returned to the original posture, her eyelids drooped, and she seemed to be talking to herself: "They are coming back soon..." Then she turned her rich purple eyes to Leng Qingjue, hooking With a smile on her lips, "As for you... for now, just go with her..."

After speaking, he raised his hand and flicked it, as if drawing a semicircle in the air casually, but when he lowered his hand, Leng Qingjue, who was standing in the hall, disappeared again.

The Leng Qingjue who was taken away by her was nothing, but she sat up and leaned on the couch in a daze, then pressed her forehead to cover the bright red water chestnut between her brows, and laughed, "No wonder... Tan'er will value...hehehe..."

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Hang Hehuan looked forward, and there was an endless darkness.Looking back, it was still pitch black.All she could see was the small area she was walking on.

"How long is it?" Hang Hehuan couldn't help asking for the third time.

As expected, the group again appeared deaf and unresponsive.

Hang Hehuan grinds his teeth, don't you say it?Pretending not to hear you?

"I'm not leaving!"

Hang Hehuan stood still on the spot, without moving a step, but tightly clenched the Yiduan in his hand.

As soon as she stopped, the two rows of people in black robes who followed her also stopped, but the person who was carrying the lamp in front still didn't stop at all as if she couldn't hear her.

Hang Hehuan looked at the man suspiciously, is he really deaf? ?

"I say! I won't go..."

"Meow!"

"what!!"

Hang Hehuan was almost startled and jumped up, holding the sword in his hand, not daring to look at the cat with more than a dozen green eyes suddenly appearing behind him, and ran straight towards the man!

However, the street that was so long made her suspect that there was a bright light, and Hang Hehuan, who was frightened by the constant meowing of cats behind him, ran straight... He didn't stop, and walked straight He rushed into the light.

After staying in the dark environment for a long time, and suddenly came to a place with bright light, Hang Hehuan couldn't help closing his eyes.It took a while to open it slowly, and scanned the surroundings, only to feel that the place is empty everywhere, and it is very simple: for example, there are only a few torches hanging on the wall instead of night pearls and other things scattered around. with light.I complained silently in my heart, and finally fixed my gaze on the most central place in the entire room.

A man was sitting on the chair in the center, and that man was smiling towards her.

Hang Hehuan: "..." She had a bad feeling.

The man smiled at her and said, "Tan'er, you are finally back."

"..." She wants to go back.

Hang Hehuan turned his head and looked back, only to find that not only the entrance he rushed in was gone, but also the people leading the way with lights and the group of people in black robes were all gone.

What the hell is going on? ?Hang Hehuan's heart was filled with anxiety. Zhang Lingge said before coming here that the trip was very easy, and he just came here to catch up on the old days and play the emotional card! !How did it become like this now! !

The man on the chair came to Hang Hehuan's side at some point, and made a gesture to hug her.Fortunately, Hang Hehuan was always vigilant in his heart. When he saw her move, he immediately took a step back and stared at her solemnly.

The man seemed to be very puzzled by Hang Hehuan's actions, his hand was still hanging in the air and he didn't take it back, he asked: "Tan'er... what's wrong with you?"

The more Hang Hehuan heard the word "Tan'er" in her mouth, the more awkward she felt for some reason, and said coldly: "Where is my master?"

The woman slowly put down her hand, and the excitement on her face when she first saw Hang Hehuan also subsided a lot, and said: "What master is Tan'er talking about? I don't even know, Tan'er has already worshiped as a master .”

Hang Hehuan frowned, she was still not sure about the identity of this familiar person.According to Zhang Lingge's previous description, the relative she is looking for is a middle-aged woman who likes to wear purple clothes, has a bright red water chestnut flower in the center of her eyebrows, and has bright red danko on her ten fingers.

And the one in front of her is not wearing a purple dress, there is no bright red water chestnut flower between her eyebrows, and her fingers are not painted with Dan Kou. Most importantly, she does not look like a middle-aged woman at all!

The woman saw that Hang Hehuan was staring at her, not only was not unhappy, but she smiled against her lips and said, "Why, Tan'er doesn't recognize me?"

Hang Hehuan withdrew his gaze, and replied in his heart: "I never knew each other, okay!!"

"Where is my master?! I want to see my master!"

Regardless of whether the person in front of her was what she was looking for, her intuition told her that this person must know Leng Qingjue's whereabouts!

The woman sighed, "Tan'er has really changed, obviously she only wanted mine in the past..." Hearing what she said, Hang Hehuan thought she would not agree, but just as she was about to make a move, she continued: "However, since It's Tan'er who wants to see her, so let's see each other, I've always been reluctant to shake Tan'er's heart..." After speaking, she waved her plain hands and sleeves, and she appeared in mid-air in the empty hall Seeing a picture, Hang Hehuan shouted when he saw the person emerging from the picture: "Master!" "Can Tan'er see clearly? Is it really this person..." The woman said and went to hug Hang Hehuan, Hang Hehuan turned around and pressed Yiduan against her chest, but she easily held her wrist and took Yiduan away with her backhand.

Although she suppressed Hang Hehuan, the woman seemed sad, and sighed: "Tan'er has really changed, she actually pointed a sword at me..."

Hang Hehuan gritted her teeth and struggled hard, but she still couldn't break free, only then did she discover a fact: she couldn't see through the cultivation of the woman in front of her at all.

"Give me back the sword!"

Hearing the words, the woman raised the sword in front of her eyes, glanced at it casually, and said: "This sword...is not very good. If Tan'er wants a sword, we can go to Mingxi's sword house to pick it up another day. Which one does Tan'er like? Just pick which one, how about it?"

Hang Hehuan didn't want to see the woman in front of him, and after hearing her slander Leng Qingjue's gift to her, he didn't know where he gathered all his strength, but he broke free from the woman's confinement and snatched it back. Leaving Yiduan, afraid that she would take the sword away again, he simply took it back, and only confronted the woman by himself.

Seeing that the sword was snatched back by Hang Hehuan, the woman was still calm and said, "I will not tolerate what Tan'er likes. Why don't we first look at the person Tan'er wants to find."

Hearing that she changed the subject, Hang Hehuan didn't want to pester her anymore.I had no choice but to calm down, look at the scene, and then cursed Zhang Lingge three hundred times in my heart.

"What the hell kind of plot is this??! Damn, I didn't write well when I was writing! What was I thinking in my head??! Did you get splashed with dog blood? The plot of the story ahhh!!"

On the other side of the screen, Leng Qingjue slowly approached a restriction.

In the restraint, there was a man in red clothes who was trapped by several thick and long chains with his head bowed, his face was covered by extremely long hair, and he didn't know whether he was alive or dead.Leng Qingjue stood outside the restriction and looked at the man.

The man seemed to sense that someone was coming, and suddenly raised his head.It didn't matter that it was raised, but it shocked both Leng Qingjue and Hang Hehuan.

The imprisoned person looks almost exactly the same as Hang Hehuan, and if he just doesn't speak, there is almost no difference.

I don't know when the woman who hugged Hang Hehuan glanced at the man, sneered, and said: "She only has this skin left, if it wasn't for the sake of watching..., she wouldn't have survived until now... ..."

Hang Hehuan swallowed and asked, "Who is she?"

The woman rested her head on Hang Hehuan's shoulder, glanced at the picture again, and asked without interest: "Is Tan'er interested in her?"

Hang Hehuan secretly rolled his eyes, anyone who sees someone who looks exactly like him will be curious, okay? !Can you take your head off my shoulders? !

Leng Qingjue's surprise was only for a moment, and soon recovered.

The imprisoned person stared at Leng Qingjue and laughed, "It's really rare, this is the first time Ziling sent someone to play with me!"

The meaning of the specially emphasized "person" is unknown.

While looking at the screen, Hang Hehuan was worried about his master, and asked nervously: "She...she can't eat people, right?? Will my master be in danger!"

"Don't worry, Tan'er. Although she is a mad dog, she still doesn't eat people. It's just that she bites people occasionally."

Hang Hehuan: "...then hurry up and rescue my master!!"

Ziling put his head to the side of Hang Hehuan's face again, and said lazily, "Tan'er is just watching the show, I promise there will be no danger."

Hang Hehuan: "What's the use of your guarantee! You're not that mad dog...Huh? No, you're not that person!!"

Ziling seemed to be pleased by Hang Hehuan's "crazy dog", and he was in a great mood, saying: "Tan'er don't worry, she can't get out of the restriction."

After finishing speaking, Hang Hehuan looked at the person in the red dress in the picture, who was very similar to himself, who couldn't get out of the restriction, and walked out of the restriction.

Hang Hehuan: "..."? ? ! !She actually believed her nonsense! !

Zi Ling: "..." How could she be so disrespectful to her? !It's over, Tan'er definitely doesn't believe in herself...

On the other side of the screen, the person who walked out of the restriction approached Leng Qingjue step by step, with a strange smile on his face, "People, you should be honest. Otherwise, you won't even know how you died..."

Leng Qingjue didn't even frown, and he didn't even move his feet.

Then, just one step away from Leng Qingjue, the man stopped leaving.

The man's hand covered under the red clothes tugged at the chain, but it still didn't move, "..." Why did it get stuck again at this time? ?

Hang Hehuan: "..." Fortunately, there is a chain...

Zi Ling: "..." Fortunately, there is a chain.

Leng Qingjue: "..." It turned out to be a chain.